Days Gone: Not Thinking It Through.
Well Hello There Fellow Gamers And Hivers!
In the last episode of Days Gone we have had a lot of heartbreaking and emotional moments. Deacon experienced another flashback to the days when better was not what we thought we had, to the days he had with Sarah.
All of this was triggered by having a conversation with Boozer about his arm not healing up properly and him getting some light fever. Deacon then remembered that Sarah once showed him how to turn the lavender flower into a paste that can be used to remedy infections and such.
Of-course as always we need to have some zombie killing action as well! However this episode will contain more interactions with bandits and drifters. Sometimes I wonder of what I need to be afraid the most.
The Dead Or The Living?
A Life Time Ago.
The last time I stood watching over this pond was with Sarah. Not going to say this is a nice feeling at all. For Boozer this had to be done though, I need to get him back to full strength.
There was a lot more zomboids in the area than I thought there would be, back the last time I was here you couldn't even find a soul in sight. Yet we've still not learned to enjoy the small things in life, the most simplest of simple.
I'll have to work my way through the bushes and trees to get to the water's edge where I'm bound to find some lavender, I couldn't go around the other way since it's blocked by a horde roaming actively. I don't have it in me to take it on yet.
Now there's one thing that saddens me even more, killing on a beautifull night like this.
I cleared my way up until the water tower, where something gruesome must have happened. I found two dead people, the one was very recent and fresh and the other was somewhat aged. Flesh has turned to dust. the fresh kill was much worse in truth, it was a body torn in half almost as if the person was trying to get away by climbing halfway up the tower before she could not go any further.
It was a nice vantage point from which I could scout before I made my way closer to search for some lavender and get the hell out of there before the freakers noticed me.
The Horde.
Now this is why I didn't come in this way, exiting is a rather safer but still risky option but at-least then I would not have to stop, I can just continue driving until I've lost them.
Now I chose this route out because I wanted to see where the horde was but more important I had to get to Boozer fast. I told him to give me a couple of days but the man doesn't have a couple of days left so I jumped right on it.
Let me tell you hunting for Lavender in the dark of night is not an easy task, don't think to rely on the smell to be of much help.
I Kinda Did Something I Should Not Have.
So I went back to base camp to give Boozer some of the lavender paste I was able to acquire.
But I blew myself to bits before I could do that.
Funny story actually. There was a freaker that made it into base camp and I kept on luring him past a jerry can laying on the ground and for some or other reason it didn't want to explode when I shot it.
Needless to say I thought this tank would be the same situation but it was clearly not.
Before I could pull myself away from what I've done I was already flying through the air or so I thought I couldn't really make anything of anything it was mostly a blurr and a huge struggle to get up from where I landed.
I can tell you it feels weird standing at one place and then all of a sudden you're picking yourself up off the ground.
Each Passing Day The Risk Is Higher.
I'm not exactly sure what I'll be doing with Boozer if he doesn't heal up. My best or last hope is for this lavender paste to actually work some magic.
Every day I see him it's as if he is falling further and further into madness, even the small things are setting his moods of.
I understand the man wants to get out there and do some jobs, I get that but he has to heal up and if he starts going out and about now things are just going to get worse for him.
I wish he would just sit down and listen sometimes.
Bearing Bad News.
After leaving base camp to do a ambush camp scout out that I went past the previous week. The plan wasn't to attack it but to get an idea of how many was camping out there and what those who camped out there had.
Well let's say things never pan out the way we want them to.
The plan was to make a pit-stop near a old gas station and see if I can't salvage some fuel froma car or jerry can and low and behold there's always a fucker in hiding.
That's the good news, the bad news is that on my way I had a call from Tucker where she asked for help. They were attacked the night before, but this time it sounds serious and all I wanted to do was get there as fast as I could.
Yet there was something blocking my way around every corner.
If there is one thing at all that I've learned from these wackhead drifters trying to play the bandito game is that they are not very awake when on the job.
Not at all.
I've seen them long before they even heard me and I was driving a motorcycle here folks!
Well I tried driving over them but meh they were too jumpy for me but the last guy I ran over was the first to fall.
I think most of us can finish painting the picture, for those who did pay attention. Well they know what is about to happen here.
Boom Boom Poof.
I wonder if they somehow realized there incredible mistake?
I'm sure they did when they heard the "clink" of the bullet hitting and tearing through the metal of the container.
I bet that was the last sound they ever heard, that tied with the bright orange that sent them into the afterlife.
I love when a good raiding ends with a big boom!
Awh Shit Not Again!
I should really try and keep far away from the mountain passages.
This won't be the first time where I am ambushed in exactly the same spot!
No warning nothing, you just feel the heat of a warm piece of lead travelling right through you and what comes next is the hard impact of the sandy earth beneath you.
They don't even have proper clothing on let alone proper weapons. They are most likely starving as well, hence the ambushes they are setting in this valley.
Well one thing is for sure, she never saw the dark coming.
The second bastard coming down on me, well he was the one to fear.
He almost had me, he really did. If he only moved a little quicker he would have been able to twist my neck right of the bone.
He didn't though and before long he was bleeding out like his lost lover on the ground.
The last oak.
Well...
He wasn't much to begin with. He just had to run at me because there was no one else left alive, at-least he had the courage of charging at me rather than cowering away in a bush.
Sadly I had to put an end to him as well.
A arrow straight through the eye and out the back of his head, it was a quick way to go out. Quick and painless and he probably never even knew it was the end.
The thing is, it wont be long until the next ambush is set.
Dated 28/07/2023
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